Seeing autumn leaves, falling from the trees
The loss so great! ... my heart it faintly pleads
Why the cold must come, and summer months be gone
To watch the barren branches, a piercing sorrow lances
But wiser words have told me, my memory recall
That some bright thing is coming, coming after fall
This is not a stripping, of unwilling trees
But merely an undressing, for washing in the breeze
I should call to mind the wisdom, the wisdom of the world
And realize the Master, has on his blue globe hurled
Every needed lesson, and winter months to bring
Our thoughts back to the blessing, the blessing of a spring
The leaves that I am missing, I miss for the shade
Not realizing they are falling, for the sun to make its way
Through now barren branches, to my face nipped with cold
To warm the every traveler, as he through winter strolled
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